Portrait of Rrose

This striking tintype portrait of Rrose Sélavy was taken by Doctora Memoria da Silva circa 1922 and believed to be in New Orleans. Documentary evidence makes mention of a mysterious Mr Shifter, but his identity is not known.

At the time, Rrose was known to be performing as part of a cabaret act billed as the Outhouse Movement at a vaudeville theatre called Y Foel Welsh. It is likely that this was her performance costume.

If anyone has further information about the origin of this photo, please contact the writer.

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New Song – Conditional Love

This one is sung a cappella to a basic blues melody. It has some familiar types of lyrics but with a twist.  A love song to a country.

Conditional Love

I’m gonna love you till the cows come home,
love you till the cows come home.
Well, all they wanna do is ramble and roam
but I’ll love you till the cows come home.

I’ll love you till the river runs dry,
love you till the river runs dry.
Now the water’s rising, it’s getting mighty high
but I’ll love you till the river runs dry.

I’ll love you till the stars fall down,
love you till the stars fall down.
Well, they’re stuck in the sky, they can’t tumble to the ground
but I’ll love you till the stars fall down.

I’ll love you till the skies go grey,
love you till the skies go grey.
But when the clouds come out and the sun goes away,
and it’s been like this day after day,
well, sorry, darlin’, I just can’t stay,
I’ve got that seasonal affective disorder,
I’m gonna pack my things and move on south to Firenze,
or I might go back to the USA
and find a nice little cottage
in Ocean Beach, San Di-e-i-e-i-e-go.
And I do mean ‘go’.

New Song – Dreamtime

I’m fairly happy with the current version of this one now.

Dreamtime

Mary Jacob, May 2010

[refrain]

Whoa, oh, oh where is the darkness?
Whoa, oh, oh where is the darkness?
Whoa, oh, oh where is the darkness?
Whoa, oh, oh where is the darkness?

Well you’re searching for the cavern at the edge of the sea,
and you’re searching for the heart of the mystery.
You’re climbing on the rocks and you’re slipping and sliding.
All you ever really wanted was a good place to hide in.

[bridge]
What draws you here is dreamtime,
and what you fear is dreamtime.
You’re running away from the very thing that you’re looking for.
You’ve locked the hidden door.

The moon is rising over your shoulder.
It makes the sea foam look like snow around the boulders.
It casts your shadow on the glistening shingle.
It makes you shiver, and it makes you tingle.

[refrain]

You’re on the grey rocks by the grey sea under grey skies.
You walk the grey streets by the grey hills with a grey veil over your eyes.
Everywhere you look, everything you see is just a mirror.
The light hurts your eyes, you want to get out of here.

[refrain]

[bridge]